Compared to the dejected Harry, Elwyn, who was standing in the audience, felt like his throat was on fire.
Under Hermione's request, he was forced to cheer for Gryffindor's team by shouting.
Hermione, who was standing beside him, cheered with all her might. She had always been calm, but now, her voice was hoarse from all the shouting.
Perhaps she wanted to rely on this method to repair her strained relationship with Ginny.
Gryffindor's team versus Ravenclaw's team!
It was the last Quidditch match of the school year. This match that would decide who would be the champion was especially exciting. Because of the excitement of the match, the enthusiasm of the students in the audience was far beyond expectations. Cheers and shouts filled the entire stadium. Everyone seemed to be planning to release the last bit of craziness of the entire school year.
Although the absence of the captain, Harry, had greatly reduced the strength of Gryffindor's team, Ginny's performance was unexpectedly good.
She had perfectly replaced Harry's position as the captain. Sometimes, she was even better than Harry.
Ginny had timely and effective measures to counter all the tactics of Ravenclaw's team. Under her almost perfect command, Katy, who had returned to the team, led Gutt and Demirza to attack Ravenclaw's goal again and again. Ravenclaw's team was unable to defend at all.
In the end, Ginny once again caught the Golden Snitch in front of Qiu Zhang.
Qiu seemed to be crying again, but no one cared.
The cheers from the audience were deafening. The students began to sing the old song, "Weasley is our king."
But this time, they were singing about a new hero: Ginny Weasley.
It wasn't that Ron did not perform well. In fact, his performance in the match was quite remarkable. He had blocked many attacks.
But compared to Ginny's performance, he could only be said to have outdone himself, but it was not amazing.
The only player in the team who performed poorly was Dean, who had replaced Ginny's batter position. He seemed to be sleepwalking the whole game. But with the exceptionally energetic Elaine around, it didn't matter if he performed well or not. Anyway, Elaine didn't intend for him to help.
She alone could control the whole game, and almost made the Ravenclaw's ball chasers cry.
Quidditch was a barbaric sport. Ravenclaw's team, which had placed all their hopes on tactics and planning. If everything went smoothly and according to their plan, it would be fine. But if something unexpected happened, they would be at a loss.
At this moment, Harry still didn't know that Gryffindor's team had won.
His mind was thinking about the game, but his body had to come to Snape's place. He knocked on the door anxiously.
It was the office that he was familiar with and hated. Although Snape had gone upstairs to teach, he hadn't vacated the room yet. Harry's room was filled with many unpleasant memories, especially the last semester, when he was learning Cerebral Occlusion.
Snape entered his body again and again, rampaging around, looking at his past memories without any scruples. This feeling …
To use an inappropriate word to describe it, it was being "played."
As soon as the knock on the door fell, Snape's voice came from inside. "Come in, Potter!"
Harry walked in. The room was still so dim. He didn't know how Snape could read in this kind of light.
There were also many potion jars on the shelves along the wall, and all kinds of disgusting things were floating in the jars. Ominously, there were many boxes covered with cobwebs on a table that was obviously for Harry, exuding the unique atmosphere of boring, hard and meaningless work.
"Mr. Filch wants to find someone to clean up these old files." Snape said softly. He didn't move from his seat. "These are the records of Hogwarts's wrongdoers and their punishments. Where the ink has faded or the card has been damaged by rats, we hope you can transcribe the unclear handwriting clearly, arrange them alphabetically, and put them back in the box. No magic is allowed."
"Yes, Professor," said Harry, trying to add deep contempt to his words. He already knew this would happen.
"I think you can start now!" A malicious smile appeared on Snape's lips. "In boxes 1012 to 1056, you will see some familiar names, which will increase the fun of the work. Here, you see … "
He raised his hand exaggeratedly and pulled out a card from a box on top of the table. "Jaime Potter used an illegal curse on Bertram Aubrey. Aubrey's head doubled in size. Jaime Potter was grounded for a week because of this."
Snape paused here and sneered disdainfully.
"It must be very gratifying to think of him. Although he is no longer here, his great deeds are still recorded …"
Harry felt angry again. He didn't answer. He gritted his teeth and didn't allow himself to fight back.
He sat down in front of the file boxes and dragged a box in front of him.
As Harry had expected, the job was tedious, pointless, and sometimes it made his heart wrench.
Because he read the names of his father or Sirius. Usually, both of them made all kinds of trivial mistakes and were punished together. Sometimes, Remus Lupin and Pettigrew Peter were also added. As he wrote down their faults and their punishments, he pictured the scene outside.
The game had just started, and the ball seeker was Ginny against Autumn …
Harry knew Autumn very well. She had a lot of experience. Would Ginny be Autumn's opponent?
That was not surprising. He was more concerned about Ginny. He hoped that Ginny could beat Autumn.
In Harry's heart, Autumn was like a familiar stranger. He didn't have much feelings for her.
It was hard to believe that before last semester, he was so infatuated with her. He thought she was the most beautiful girl in the school.
Of course, that position now belonged to Ginny.
Time passed slowly. Harry kept glancing at the ticking clock on the wall.
It seemed to be moving only half as fast as a normal clock. Perhaps Snape had cast a spell to make it move especially slowly?
He couldn't have been here for only half an hour. One hour, one and a half hours …
When the hour hand reached 12: 30, Harry's stomach began to growl.
At 1: 10, Snape, who had been silent since he assigned Harry the task, finally raised his head.
"I think it's done!" he said coldly. "Make a mark somewhere. We'll continue next Saturday morning at 10: 00."
"Yes, Professor." Harry obediently stuffed a folded card into the box. He didn't think about why Snape didn't ask him about the prince. Maybe he didn't see the book in his memory.
Anyway, before Snape changed his mind, Harry quickly slipped out of the room and rushed up the stone steps.
He pricked up his ears to catch the sound coming from the field, but it was quiet …
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